I listen to music all day while I’m working and, thanks to Spotify, I also make my own mixes. I like this, especially, because I used to DJ a ton and I think I’m pretty good at mixes — figuring out what follows which song, and how it should all flow together.
I made this all-ladies mix a while back, and am stoked to share with you some of my fave girl-bands and female musicians, past and present. Enjoy, after the jump! (And tell us what you’ve been listening to lately in the comments!)
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I was scared to hear Lykke Li’s cover of Fleetwood Mac’s “Silver Springs” on the soon-to-be-released album Just Tell Me That You Want Me — A Tribute to Fleetwood Mac as it is my favorite song of all time. I know I like to exaggerate, but I am not exaggerating this time. It is seriously my favorite song. Hence, my expectations were ridiculously high. Honest reaction: I don’t hate it. OK … fine … I like it. It’s good. But Stevie Nicks is still my woman music goddess of life and all others will pale in comparison. You can listen Lykke Li’s version of the song here. After the jump, you can hear some other tracks on the album, which drops on August 14, from Best Coast and The New Pornographers. [Gorilla Vs Bear] Keep reading »
I never understood what was the big deal about Mischa Barton, other than a pretty face and a nice body and some decent-enough acting skills. She stars in the “Everybody’s On The Run” music video for Noel Gallagher’s High Flying Birds and, well, she’s inexplicably running around in leopard print bra and panties. Edgy, I guess? [YouTube]
Confession: Last night, I read the New York magazine piece, “I Just Want to Feel Everything’: Hiding Out With Fiona Apple Musical Hermit,” not once, but three times. I think it was one of the best music interviews I’ve read in a long time. I’ve always been a Fiona Apple fan. Tidal came out my first year of college and I think I listened to the CD (we still had CDs back then) until it cracked. “The Child Is Gone,” my favorite track on the album, inspired me to turn some of my poems into songs. Back then, I thought I was going to be a performer. And actually, my voice is similar to Fiona’s, we have that brassy alto thing going on. Though I went down a different path, I’ve followed Fiona’s career, owned all of her albums, and came to think of her as the woman living my phantom dream existence. I can’t help but be inspired by the way she hermits herself for years and reemerges with a brilliant new album with an octopus on her head. She can continue to rant about stuff, smoke hash out of a champagne flute and cloister herself off from the world all she wants. And I will watch admiringly from afar, living vicariously through the abandon with which she flings herself into her work. Below, some of my favorite quotes from the interview. Keep reading »
My boyfriend Nick is an old man trapped in a 26-year-old’s body. He’s usually in his pajama pants by 7:30 p.m., it’s not uncommon for him to use the phrase “Why is everyone in such a hurry?” while driving, and his knowledge of pop culture is mostly limited to the “House Party” trilogy. This is why I was shocked when “Call Me Maybe,” the ridiculously catchy song by Carly Rae Jepsen, came on the radio the other day and Nick started listing off some interesting facts about the song and its singer. Too bad none of them were even close to being true. I have no idea where he gets his information, but in any case, here are five things my boyfriend genuinely believes to be true about Carly Rae Jepsen… Keep reading »
Most dads–even the weird ones–have one thing in common: their taste in music. After being lectured about the underrated glory of certain bands and seeing them go crazy with their steering wheel drum solos while driving us to soccer practice, we feel we have a pretty good sense of the “Dad Music” genre, and we thought it was time to document it. Check out our Dad Music Field Guide, after the jump! Keep reading »
Well, well, well. Look who it is. Colin Powell, former Secretary of State under President George W. Bush, was on CBS this morning and added himself to the pantheon of “Call Me Maybe” covers. Technically it’s not a cover — he just sings a few bars with Gayle King — but its still clear the man knows his Carly Rae Jepsen from his Demi Lovato. Who knew? [Popdust]
Hi, welcome to Camp Lady Gaga Is Boring And Pretentious, population 1 and it’s me. I recognize that I am all but vastly, utterly alone in thinking that this “Lady Gaga” character is one of the most stale, uninteresting “personalities” to have ever made her mark on pop culture. David Bowie, Grace Jones, Madonna Ciccone for Christ’s sake — they did it first, and better. It’s not her image I take issue with, it’s the severe, and I think unmistakable, dichotomy between her mask and her music. She’s so avant-garde! She has a lobster on her head! She’s in a meat dress! She’s in an egg! It’s like the womb! Edgy! Individual! Born this way! Lazy, insufferable ra-ra-ra bubblegum pop cribbed from “Express Yourself,” tossed into the mass media music machine! She’s making a perfume called “Fame” that will be a black liquid with “the feeling and sense” of blood and semen and a bottle heavily “inspired by” Thierry Mugler’s Alien. She snagged the upcoming cover of this year’s Vogue September issue. Tell me why, you guys! When is this person going to do something that’s real and unique? I’m not going to hold my breath, but can we please move past Stefani Germanotta? Bring me the next Britney! Whatever happened to the punk rock pop stars?